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Elrohir is sick and tired of being confused with Elladan. Written for the Tolkien Weekly Shakespeare Challenge 'A Comedy of Errors'.
Sometimes You Just Can't Win ...
Snarling under his breath at a maid who had just confused him with Elladan yet again, Elrohir hurried downstairs, nearly colliding with his mother.
"Elladan, would you …"
Elrohir bit back his first retort. "I am Elrohir," he reminded her.
"Forgive me. If you see your father, would you ask him to come here?"
Passing his father's study, he delivered the message. Elrond nodded absently. "Thank you, Elladan."
"Elrohir!" he snapped through gritted teeth.
He continued on to the training grounds, stopping briefly to watch the warriors at their swordplay when Glorfindel hailed him.
He turned with a weary sigh. "Yes?"
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